“Smack in the face,” Big Norman said helpfully. “That’s Councillor Allthwaite to you mate,” I says, “I been elected proper, not like you lot what just happened to go to the right school and that.”
The Clerk started looking a bit nervous as one of the skinheads in the front row started handing out tinnies of Stella to help the mood along. “Oh!” he says and looks round helplessly, “Are you claiming you are not guilty by way of insanity?”
“Look,” I says, “Only them what’s round the twist thinks their sane, sane people knows their a bit mad, and that’s me.”
“Convoluted logic Mr Allthwaite?” Weasley tries. “Tell us about the night Mr Allthwaite and his gang attacked you.” Weasley insisted. “Not public though is it,” I pointed out, “Anyway you’re fucking gorgeous and it was your idea.”
“I might have aids!” she pointed out, which put me right off me stroke.
